Dragon Soilder Novels & Stories

I said to him as I opened the drawers of the desk. “That’s awesome!” he said loudly. “How old are you Link?” I asked him. “Eighteen Sire,” he said to me. “Well I’m nineteen so call me Ryder please,” I said and he smiled again. “Sure thing boss,” he said and I laughed as I shook my head. “What dragon do you have?” I asked him. “Violet,” he said proudly. “You should’ve been able to lay claim to the lair yourself and kill Andrew,” I said to him.

“Well, this guy isn’t an ordinary horse, he can fly, and his mane is flames if you hadn’t noticed.” “Huh, yeah now I see it.” A roar interrupts us, and we turn to see Lilli being overwhelmed. They have managed to get a metal net over her, and she is pinned to the ground. My heart constricts because she is here to help me. But before I can run over to help her an animalistic cry of rage sounds out and Drake breaks off from his fight with a soldier to run to her side. As he moves, I see his shape morph and he shifts into a blue dragon only a few inches smaller than Lilliana’s black and green form, his blue scales matching the shade of his eyes.

“The dragon has gone soft. Where’s your queen, oh great flame? Did she melt your bones before she left you?” Drakonios raised his head. And the sky answered. Lightning cracked like a whip across the valley. The air shifted. Then, in one breath, he released his fury. The ground around him exploded — molten cracks splitting through stone and steel. A shockwave of flame erupted from his chest, turning a dozen soldiers to ash before they could blink. He raised his hand, and the skies responded, conjuring storms of fire, ash, and burning light. He did not transform that day.

Since I am the strongest mage here, I'm tasked with fighting the dragon, in short, I'm acting as their tank. Xander and Sussie would be my support while Xavier and Lis would give directions to the army. Xander, Sussie, and I are tasked to hold the dragon in place while the army aims the new weapon to the dragon. What's the new weapon? It's a metal rod as big as a telephone pole. What's its purpose? To hit the wings of the dragon and pinned him on the ground. They're like nails that hopefully will pin the dragon to the ground.

Especially Cash and his gang. Drake’s body grew into his huge demonic form. When Ryder would pale in comparison next to Drake in that form, now he was a sight to behold. Imagine a solid black dragon with scales that would remind you of the galaxy. He walks upright on two feet in a semi humanoid form. His body thick with chiseled armor that looks to have grown straight out of his body. It was black like him, but changes colors depending on the direction he turns. The colors are breathtaking. Like the northern lights, they changed from black, to purple, to blue, to green, and yellow. Spikes protrude from both his elbows. I’m assuming its part of his battle armor. His body was magnificent in th

This situation was so complex that they had to call in the Master, that is, their heavenly doctor, breaking his decade-long meditational retreat. An urgent message was sent to the ruling dragon king ,husband to the woman in labor.He was fighting at the borders. He was widely known for his bravery and courage. With his wide-spread expeditions and expertise, the dragon kingdom was able to reach its farthest trenches, unifying lands that nobody had ever dreamed of annexing. He was a true namesake—a versatile, fearsome dragon named Draco.

We soon reached a sleeping dragon, he was enormous. Dynaris approached the sleeping dragon, her footsteps echoing off the cavern walls. As she drew closer, the dragon's eyes flickered open, and he regarded her with a piercing gaze. Dynaris stood tall, her voice clear and steady. "I mean you no harm, noble dragon. I'm on a quest to reclaim the ancient dragon throne." The dragon's gaze narrowed, his voice low and rumbling. "Many have come before you, seeking to claim the throne. But few have succeeded. Are you prepared to face the trials that lie ahead?" Dynaris nodded, her determination evident. "I'm ready.”

There is no time for hesitation today. More enemies surge upward from the streets below. Fae warriors riding dragons. Archers loosing arrows tipped with burning magic. A lesser dragon dives toward my throat. I twist aside and rip his wing clean off. He plummets screaming into the broken street far below. Another dragon circles behind me. I spin midair and drive my claws through his skull. Blood rains down across the battlefield. And still Seraphina’s music continues. I feel it moving through me now. Through the bond.

cried Drake. Immediately, Drake flew quickly and then swooped down towards Altair while spitting fire from his mouth. Altar had not expected the attack to occur so quickly. He only had time to dodge by rolling to the side. Drake landed on the floor with a thud. Now his whole body was completely on fire as if on fire. Drake raised one hand in the air and suddenly the flames erupted from his hand to form a large double-edged sword that caught fire. “Fight with me, if you want to have a peaceful life!” he cried to the others.

Four soldiers stepped up with their guns in their hands. "Which of you will dare?" Diego yelled. Then, he took out the Dragon Symbol from his waistband and thrust it in front of everyone. Every single person's expression changed at once!